The thoughts creep in slowly,
stopping me in my tracks,
make contact and I find myself
crawling back to the first night
my memory didn't lapse.
I'm caught between the past,
a future I can't see,
and a present given by someone who doesn't know me.
Can it really be a gift
If it doesn't feel like reality?
The thoughts of the past
and the dreams of the future
Need to collide yesterday
So my presence doesn't feel
Like a gift nobody wants.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC
The thoughts creep in slowly,
stopping me in my tracks,
make contact and I find myself
crawling back to the first night
my memory didn't lapse.
I'm caught between the past,
a future I can't see,
and a present given by someone who doesn't know me.
Can it really be a gift
If it doesn't feel like reality?
The thoughts of the past
and the dreams of the future
Need to collide yesterday
So my presence doesn't feel
Like a gift nobody wants.
